steelehot Poetry (3)

Time's run out I here you shout, he goes so very fast
Before you know what the future holds, whoosh he's gone he's passed
I point..."There's precious time, there he goes, he's just passed us by"
That's time alright I hear you cry, for no man does he wait
You have to give him credit though he's never ever late.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017

Cardboard box cities are here to stay, I see few people who really care
as they pass us by with hardly a glance, pretend that we're not there
Arni, Roxi, Smiley and me all huddled together could be mistaken for a pile of old rags.
All our possessions collected in total in four black plastic bags
Like city litter we're cast to one side, left to rot in the gutter
Already stripped of all our dignity and pride we're herded like cattle from one place to another
Do people really think we enjoy living our lives this way ?
Believe me they would soon change their attitude if they had to swop roles just for one day.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017

Long golden hair hung down to her waist, such Beauty I have never seen.
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.

Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017